Okay, can you blame me for saying it? I've seen the merch of me. [ Jack pauses, then starts laughing as he snickers proudly. ] --Actually, approved some of it. You idiots will buy anything...

[ That thought seems to at least improve Jack's mood, since he continues to laugh in that sort of childish way that implies that the merch he approved is probably the filthiest of the bunch. Which, yeah. Naturally. This isn't the subject change that Rhys was hoping for, but luckily, it doesn't linger, since Jack is starting to set up a weightlifting bench. ]

Weightlifting, pumpkin. Since it's pretty much the best thing you can do if you want guns like these. But. I will have mercy on you, because I'm super kind. Slash because I'm the one that actually friggin' wants to work out here, so I'm going first so that you don't ruin my enthusiasm.